Fester Thoraxe Elldrich-"Thoraxe the Merciless", German Sniper "Fester Elldrich, or as he is better known, Thoraxe the Merciless, of our own German army, makes Genghis Kahn look like a puppy."-Kaiser Wilhelm II http://www.strangemilitary.com/images/content/114228.jpg -Me and my dogs keeping it real. http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r1/meistafrau/halthammerzeit.jpg -Me and my buddies partying on the Eastern Front. That's me dancing. http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/enemy-ww1/german-soldiers.jpg -That's me on the front left sporting the new German helmet designed for trench style fighting. We're marching along the Western Front before the battle of Verdun. http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/enemy-ww1/german-soldiers5.jpg -Me sniping at the Battle of Ypres in 1917. The battle was one of the bloodiest of the war. I watched from the trenches as men were consumed by the earth as they stepped into mud-filled craters created by artillery. http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/79/Marschallsstab.jpg -The Marshal's Baton I received after being honored with the rank of Generalfeldmarschall (General Field Marshal) for my heroism and mericlessness on the battlefield. http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/medals-german/star-grand-cross-1914.jpg -The Grand Cross of the Iron Cross that I was awarded for serving at the battle of Somme. The British currs shelled us with artillery for what I think was about a week. I was sniping with my buddy Didi Emil when I saw a British sniper. I was about to domerock him when I saw him fire. I fired too but my bullet curved, barely missing him. I turned to Didi who was turning a pale white, he collapsed into a heap on the ground, hit by the British sniper. I immediately began to reload my own sniper, but jammed it in my haste. I peaked above the trench and saw that the field was clear from machine gun fire in my direction for the time being. I immediately climbed out of the trench and began bounding towards the area where the sniper was nested. I sprinted as fast as I could across the charred battlefield towards the enemy trench, artillery shells landing just feet away. Just as I was about to jump into the trench the sniper peered above the trench and his eyes grew wide as he saw that I was about to lay the beat down on him. The satisfaction I took from his fear was unlike anything that I've ever felt before. I jumped into the trench and began to swing wildly with my weapon. I could see and feel that the butt of it had dealt a crushing blow to the side of his head. He was now utterly defeated, but I was not satisfied with him just being injured. I landed blow after blow from the butt of my rifle, unmercifully, onto his already cracked and fracture skull. The sound of bones cracking was just as satisfying, if not more so than his initial fear. In my rage I had not noticed the young sniper standing to the right of me, knees weak from the sight of the savage and brutal killing of his friend. This was probably his first battle. With this enemy at my mercy, nothing more than a child, I took no pity for him. I wrenched the sniper from his shaking arms, more useful than my own since it was jammed, and shot him in the head with his own weapon. My vengeance was now quenched, but I still had one more thing to do. I clawed my way back "over the top" trench and began running back towards my own, I still had a friend that needed saving. The journey back was none better than the way there. Looking around I could see body parts littering the ground, blown to pieces by the enemy artillery or possibly even our own. Men around me were drowning in craters created by the blast. I was almost back to my own trench when I heard a deafening sound in my right ear and a combination of blood and dirt blurred my vision. I felt a sharp pain in my leg as a piece of shrapnel struck me just below the knee, dealing a crippling blow, but I had to save Didi. I ran back the trench and hefted him onto my shoulders. Our progress slow but eventually I got him to a medic further down the trench, all the while being fired on by the British. I was awarded the Cross for heroism, and Didi, having seen most of the action from the trench, nicknamed me "Thoraxe the Merciless" and became witness to what I had done. I was taken out of the war for about two weeks for my wound, but I recovered quickly and returned to the front lines. It was not until after the war that I was the first to be awarded the Grand cross of the Iron Cross. "Accounts of the epic tales of Fester Elldrich surely will be told, and retold, throughout the ages." -Wilhelm Kaiser II http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/463/PreviewComp/SuperStock_463-6087.jpg -Didi after being shot. http://www.warchat.org/pictures/world_war_i_1914-1918_casualties.jpg -What I saw above the trench. http://www.old-picture.com/american-history-1900-1930s/pictures/Protection-against.jpg -The medic that saved Didi. http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/80/WorldWarIGermanDead.jpg -Some of my friends that didn't make it. http://www.firstworldwar.com/photos/graphics/cnp_aisne_german_trench_01.jpg -Resting after my wounds. I'm on the front right...you can see some of my medals on my coat. http://www.firstworldwar.com/photos/graphics/nw_trench_peri_01.jpg -Using my periscope to scout targets. That's a British soldier..he didn't live more than a few seconds after the picture. http://www.firstworldwar.com/photos/graphics/cpe_combles_trenches_01.jpg -More of what I saw above the trenches. http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/babobeebo/pigeons.jpg -German high tech communication. http://www.cherchell-mediouna.org/callies1.jpg -Me at a much later date. You can see my Grand Cross of the Iron Cross. http://www.theeasternfront.co.uk/Graphics/germanclothing1.jpg -I'm on the far right. This is after I was deployed on the Eastern Front. http://germanhistorydocs.ghi-dc.org/images/30008855-r.jpg -I'm on the far right sneaking up on Americans. You can tell which one is me by the shape of my helmet. They had no idea I was waiting in the trench. http://www.twfigurines.de/wwone/german/german_dio01.jpg -I was even made part of a line of exclusive action figures. I am the one second from the left with the sniper. All the fame is a little much...but it is nice to be recognized. http://www.supervideografen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/ww1.jpg -I'm in the back with the binoculars, after being promoted to Field Marshal. The picture has been restored in color for your viewing pleasure. http://www.economicswithaface.com/images/Mar05/ww1color3.jpg -A church, decimated by our artillery. http://images.google.com/hosted/life/f?q=20th+century+german+girl&imgurl=93cb464eb5763c03 -My and my wife's child...she was born without arms. http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny-picture-vietnam-cat-flashback.jpg -Because of my hardened mentality, I came back fine, but some of my comrades weren't so lucky. This picture may help symbolize the idea of being shell shocked for you. Please note that this is not one of my actual comrades.
Fester Thoraxe Elldrich-"Thoraxe the Merciless", German Sniper
"Fester Elldrich, or as he is better known, Thoraxe the Merciless, of our own German army, makes Genghis Kahn look like a puppy."-Kaiser Wilhelm II
http://www.strangemilitary.com/images/content/114228.jpg -Me and my dogs keeping it real.
http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r1/meistafrau/halthammerzeit.jpg -Me and my buddies partying on the Eastern Front. That's me dancing.
http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/enemy-ww1/german-soldiers.jpg -That's me on the front left sporting the new German helmet designed for trench style fighting. We're marching along the Western Front before the battle of Verdun.
http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/enemy-ww1/german-soldiers5.jpg -Me sniping at the Battle of Ypres in 1917. The battle was one of the bloodiest of the war. I watched from the trenches as men were consumed by the earth as they stepped into mud-filled craters created by artillery.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/79/Marschallsstab.jpg -The Marshal's Baton I received after being honored with the rank of Generalfeldmarschall (General Field Marshal) for my heroism and mericlessness on the battlefield.
http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/medals-german/star-grand-cross-1914.jpg -The Grand Cross of the Iron Cross that I was awarded for serving at the battle of Somme. The British currs shelled us with artillery for what I think was about a week. I was sniping with my buddy Didi Emil when I saw a British sniper. I was about to domerock him when I saw him fire. I fired too but my bullet curved, barely missing him. I turned to Didi who was turning a pale white, he collapsed into a heap on the ground, hit by the British sniper. I immediately began to reload my own sniper, but jammed it in my haste. I peaked above the trench and saw that the field was clear from machine gun fire in my direction for the time being. I immediately climbed out of the trench and began bounding towards the area where the sniper was nested. I sprinted as fast as I could across the charred battlefield towards the enemy trench, artillery shells landing just feet away. Just as I was about to jump into the trench the sniper peered above the trench and his eyes grew wide as he saw that I was about to lay the beat down on him. The satisfaction I took from his fear was unlike anything that I've ever felt before. I jumped into the trench and began to swing wildly with my weapon. I could see and feel that the butt of it had dealt a crushing blow to the side of his head. He was now utterly defeated, but I was not satisfied with him just being injured. I landed blow after blow from the butt of my rifle, unmercifully, onto his already cracked and fracture skull. The sound of bones cracking was just as satisfying, if not more so than his initial fear. In my rage I had not noticed the young sniper standing to the right of me, knees weak from the sight of the savage and brutal killing of his friend. This was probably his first battle. With this enemy at my mercy, nothing more than a child, I took no pity for him. I wrenched the sniper from his shaking arms, more useful than my own since it was jammed, and shot him in the head with his own weapon. My vengeance was now quenched, but I still had one more thing to do. I clawed my way back "over the top" trench and began running back towards my own, I still had a friend that needed saving. The journey back was none better than the way there. Looking around I could see body parts littering the ground, blown to pieces by the enemy artillery or possibly even our own. Men around me were drowning in craters created by the blast. I was almost back to my own trench when I heard a deafening sound in my right ear and a combination of blood and dirt blurred my vision. I felt a sharp pain in my leg as a piece of shrapnel struck me just below the knee, dealing a crippling blow, but I had to save Didi. I ran back the trench and hefted him onto my shoulders. Our progress slow but eventually I got him to a medic further down the trench, all the while being fired on by the British. I was awarded the Cross for heroism, and Didi, having seen most of the action from the trench, nicknamed me "Thoraxe the Merciless" and became witness to what I had done. I was taken out of the war for about two weeks for my wound, but I recovered quickly and returned to the front lines. It was not until after the war that I was the first to be awarded the Grand cross of the Iron Cross.
"Accounts of the epic tales of Fester Elldrich surely will be told, and retold, throughout the ages." -Wilhelm Kaiser II
http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/463/PreviewComp/SuperStock_463-6087.jpg -Didi after being shot.
http://www.warchat.org/pictures/world_war_i_1914-1918_casualties.jpg -What I saw above the trench.
http://www.old-picture.com/american-history-1900-1930s/pictures/Protection-against.jpg -The medic that saved Didi.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/80/WorldWarIGermanDead.jpg -Some of my friends that didn't make it.
http://www.firstworldwar.com/photos/graphics/cnp_aisne_german_trench_01.jpg -Resting after my wounds. I'm on the front right...you can see some of my medals on my coat.
http://www.firstworldwar.com/photos/graphics/nw_trench_peri_01.jpg -Using my periscope to scout targets. That's a British soldier..he didn't live more than a few seconds after the picture.
http://www.firstworldwar.com/photos/graphics/cpe_combles_trenches_01.jpg -More of what I saw above the trenches.
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/babobeebo/pigeons.jpg -German high tech communication.
http://www.cherchell-mediouna.org/callies1.jpg -Me at a much later date. You can see my Grand Cross of the Iron Cross.
http://www.theeasternfront.co.uk/Graphics/germanclothing1.jpg -I'm on the far right. This is after I was deployed on the Eastern Front.
http://germanhistorydocs.ghi-dc.org/images/30008855-r.jpg -I'm on the far right sneaking up on Americans. You can tell which one is me by the shape of my helmet. They had no idea I was waiting in the trench.
http://www.twfigurines.de/wwone/german/german_dio01.jpg -I was even made part of a line of exclusive action figures. I am the one second from the left with the sniper. All the fame is a little much...but it is nice to be recognized.
http://www.supervideografen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/ww1.jpg -I'm in the back with the binoculars, after being promoted to Field Marshal. The picture has been restored in color for your viewing pleasure.
http://www.economicswithaface.com/images/Mar05/ww1color3.jpg -A church, decimated by our artillery.
http://images.google.com/hosted/life/f?q=20th+century+german+girl&imgurl=93cb464eb5763c03 -My and my wife's child...she was born without arms.
http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny-picture-vietnam-cat-flashback.jpg -Because of my hardened mentality, I came back fine, but some of my comrades weren't so lucky. This picture may help symbolize the idea of being shell shocked for you. Please note that this is not one of my actual comrades.